Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.